cyberpunk · dystopian · neon noir · corporate oppression · moral ambiguity · high tech · low life · rebellion · gritty · roleplay
Cold rain needles down, smearing the electric glow of the Razorlight District into a liquid haze. A hovercar streaks by, its wake a shudder in the wet air. You feel the city's low, hungry vibration through the soles of your boots. The year is 2042, and everything is broken. What brings you to this particular edge, you?